Spring beach

As we drive along Highway 1 in the southern half of Mendocino County, if we notice a sign saying “Coastal Access” we stop to check it out for its fishing potential. This was what happened back in March when we happened upon the Spring Ranch Nature Preserve, just south of the town of Mendocino. It’s very easy to miss, with […]

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Night and day

I always enjoy the balcony views whenever we visit the Worldmark resort on the north shore of Clear Lake; but if I had known we would have such a great lake view this time, I would have brought along a tripod for more night photography. Also, it may have had something to do with spring break, but I saw a […]

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Throwback Thursday: Sonoma coast

I found these photos from December 2004 in my Google Photos and was going to post them, until I realized I already shared them back in November 2017 as part of Memory Monday. So instead, here is the post as it appeared back then: I spent most of this Christmas holiday trip playing with my Nikon Coolpix 5700 — exploring the depths of color in stones and shells sprinkled with sea water and experimenting with the varied settings while shooting a gorgeous view of the sunset. I still can’t decide which version I like better.

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Sportsman’s paradise

You may recall that in previous years I’ve posted photos showing the inside of the Cabela’s store in Fort Worth, Texas, as seen during my late December visits. It’s really impossible to overstate how seriously the folks in Texas feel about fishing and football; and since the Big Guy isn’t into football, we usually end up visiting the giant Cabela’s […]

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Aquamarine

It was an extremely windy spot on the Sonoma coast in Salt Point State Park, just north of Gerstle Cove, and I had the place mostly to myself as I clambered over the rocks trying to get a peek into some tide pools. I chose not to climb down too close to where the tide washed in, so my tide […]

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Memory Monday, Week 136

I’ve been on loads of fishing trips since I met the Big Guy 30-plus years ago, but I never imagined my mom and dad going salmon fishing until I came across these slides from 1950. My mom had relatives, the Ramsdells, living in Port Townsend, and they had what looks to me like a wonderful outing on Al Ramsdell’s boat.

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